Friday, February 20, 2009

a little constructive hero worship

we [whee!] sing i fancy/frisk/frolic/fuckwith words too so you’ll have tolook [LOOK] look! closer i’mtrying to tell you something

[tell you when my mind is wholly occupied withbeating a path into the pavementand not breaking my stride, breakingbeating my brain over thingsi cannot change i amslithering down the streets] tell youabout running rapidly shifting menon-sequitously when i’m straddling two worlds where idon’t want to be

[i mean fence-tops are for alleycats andthe weak ones, my dear and weare not part of their number] i

don’t want to be here,i want therei want delicious holding arms, yes[sliding over my face and breasts you, darlingmust know all of what lives inside of meto know how to touch me so oh]